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Mark Travis
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Geologist. Poet. Buddhist.
Geologist. Poet. Buddhist.

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Captured, Once
Surrounding, swaddling, obscuring clouds and mist roll over range and basin dormant grass and brush slumber hush humbled by lazy snow falling, melting into the sullen earth, biding its time Stepping, slanting, arching to the sky formation and rock patiently...
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Blanket
At times I am lost, self absorbed within my own craving and lust for a world that will never exist like trying to make childhood dreams come true in the bright daylight As alien as a clown at a funeral these notions surface, wanting to be seen, to be felt a...
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Unborn
There is an ache that fills up my heart when the thought of you blossoms in my mind. Maybe it is the unknown and the un-captured truth of our history, the solace of space between words spoken and held pristine in the light evening air. Perhaps there is more...
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Carpe Vida
Yelling and screaming the world falls into my lap each morning, like a new born child, "pay attention to life" it whispers, among the fervent cries Subtle like the morning breeze my soul at ease, one must listen close to catch the small nuances of the day s...
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Search Party
It could take a full life-long to find your voice, your special call It could be just around the corner forever chasing the mist of dreams I would take my love and lay it out sorted and filed to best represent me but this would cheapen the sum of the parts ...
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Winds and Change
I am haunted by memories overlapping dimensions of existence, ghosts that tug and warp reality, a sick joke that I can't seem to laugh at, only smug and wry smiles mixed with salt in mouth The images fly by like lines on the highway a current of emotions an...
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WIRED
Through out it all, down to the root a common vein pulses, it flows quick coursing a thread of hope, a taut rope that serves to connect, this segmented globe Here in the interstitial spaces and among the lost, the hallowed faces of the fallen we will find p...
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Awaking to Pain
Pain itself is nothing, just a moment rather it is a memory of pain, the lingering sting and throb that leaves the enduring scar, the trauma Though the first cut might go deep it is the subsequent probing that tends to cause infection, fester like a pestere...
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Sun Dance
It is the fantasy of it all that offends and cheapens it as when a boy becomes a man knowing that reality is more intriguing than fiction But still the delusion persists more potent because of its promise a mask for the world that hides how things are, how ...
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